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Some good stuff posted so far. (btw, Gollum, you are a Sleater-Kinney groupie!). Here's a Rainer Maria song.
lost dropped and cancelled
expect me like one waits for mail,
all lost dropped and cancelled.
like foreign post, i leave twice a day
but take a week to get there.
expect me like one waits for rain,
or sleet or hail or snowfall.
like foreign post, i'm lost on the way
and take a week to get there.
i want to be delivered
'til i'm gone gone gone.
the way it's sealed in my heart, i
t's guaranteed that i'm
in your hands
by morning, when you're ready
to read between the lines
and the paper isn't telling you anything.
if you miss me, drop me a line
in care of fin de siecle,
mit luftwaffe.
it's the end of the end of the end.
here's where you can listen to this song on-line if you want:
http://rainermaria.com/lost%20dropped%20cancelled.htm
take care
---jones
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"what Marie's not gonna do"
new chapters in Works & Days
a punk rock romance in words, music & art
http://www.freehomepages.com/worksanddays
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on the road
i left new york
nineteen forty nine
to go 'cross country
without one damn dime
in old denver
in the cold cold fall
i found my father
in a gambling hall
don't worry about
when it time to go
home in mississppi
home in tennessee
home in arizona
home i'll never be
home in oklahoma
home in kankankee
home in minnesota
home i'll never be
he said don't worry
we're shifting this gear
i talked to mary
she's a beautiful girl
now we no evil
like I'm telling you
went to the city
to praise the lord
don't worry now buddy
don't worry about me
don't ever worry
i found my saviour
that night my father died
in the cold cold rain
(repeat the the home chorus twice)
-as sung by tom waits with primus backing him on "jack kerouac reads on the road" - the best thing on the cd.
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I try to be humble but this guy threw my greatness in my face! I'm trying to deny my greatness!
"Everything belongs to me because I am poor." - Jack Kerouac Visions of Cody
"my mind put you (dwim) in a graphic novel. or a cybernovel... something gibson-esque with a gaiman twist... paul mccarthy - virtual elves and chain-smoking demons on the internet, that sort of thing" - chilimuffin
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While I could post the whole RENT soundtrack on here, I think I'll be satisfied with this.
Will I
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow
from this nightmare?
(repeats in a round)
well, maybe just one more. Just a quick childhood memory
The Rainbow Connection - Muppets
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbows are visions but only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see
{Refrain}Someday we'll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that ev'ry wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it
Look what it's done so far
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see
{Refrain}
All of us under its spell
We know that it's probably magic
Have you been half-asleep and have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm s'posed to be
{Refrain}
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"Two men look out through the same bars: one sees the mud, and
one the stars." ~ Frederick Langbridge
Warrior nun in training
The Official Bartender Pimpstress of the StP games
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jones-i prefer the term "fangrrl", thanks. ;)
stella blue
the grateful dead
All the years combine
they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar
In the end there's just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years
Stella Blue
When all the cards are down
there's nothing left to see
There's just the pavement left
and broken dreams
In the end there's still that song
comes crying like the wind
down every lonely street
that's ever been
Stella Blue
I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can't win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just
one more time
Gonna make em shine
It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold
for very long
And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind
it seems like all this life
was just a dream
Stella Blue
-g
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A little fishstick...
Sunless Saturday
I see the pestilence outside my window
I see the dung-heaps piled at least a mile hight
I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street
I greet the morning with my customary sigh
I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud
A stumbling wino has attracted quite a crowd
My breakfast's finished, now I brave the outside
But all the clouds have hidden all the warmth inside
Take these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday
Freedom come for us now, light our skies, burn away these clouds...
Perhaps the charcoal gray and brown around me
Is just the mirror image of my tainted soul
I think the sun will never visit my sky
Until the truth is seen by each and every eye
I see the helpless and I see the insane
I see a pauper standing in the pouring rain
I see the means of help elude us again
I think the sun will never visit me again
Take these clouds away
I hate this sunless Saturday...
--Kendall Rey Jones (Fishbone)
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i believe this song's called green buckets, or green plastic buckets, or something like that, but i could be completely wrong. it's by Clutch, and *i* consider it a love song. unfortunately, none of the boyz i've dated have agreed. (the bastards!1) anywho, it's a sweet lil hardcore love song. (Clutch is awesome, by the way. i highly recommend them. "elephant riders" is one of my favorite albums.) -g
green plastic buckets (i think)
won't you come over and stay for a while?
take a seat have a drink we'd have a nice time
turn on the tv i believe it's prime time
i'll make ya chicken caccitori in five
there's a woman down in 314 who can't keep the stains on her kitchen floor clean
and there's a man who's been knockin on his own door for three years
or has it been four
i, i, i, i don't wanna spend the winter in this house all alone
those neighbors of mine keep comin on over and playing with my mind
i would like to love you
i sure would treat you right
we could take the trash out
every thursday night
here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing
green buckets every friday at every driveway
they're filled with glasses, plastics, and newspapers too
they say they recycle and bring 'em back to you
i would like to love you
i sure would treat you right
we could take the trash out
every thursday night
we could be a family
consume many goods
we could be the pillars
of the neighborhood
oh babe, i'm a real hard worker
with the proper tools i'll make ya anything ya yearn for
the barbarians are at the gate
come in before it's too late
got food enough to last the two of us about a year
a thousand cans of chowder and a thousand cans of beer
i love my neighbors like i love my own brother
but every year they're getting odder and odder
i would like to love you
i sure would treat you right
we could take the trash out
every thursday night
we could be a family
consume many goods
we could be the pillars
of the neighborhood
-clutch-
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Bob Dylan...It's Alright Ma
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
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Currently, I'm seriously out of it, drunk, on a Friday night, yet still quietly contented, just waiting for jones to concoct the newest chapters of Works & Days... oh yeah. 8-)
Anyway, here's a little ditty I remember from when I was a kid. I liked it then, and I still like it now. 's called "John Kettley Is A Weatherman"
OOOOhhhhhhhh
Ayrton Senna's got the voice of a tenor
Peter Snow sings very low
Mark Barano is a soprano
and John Kettley, John Kettley, John Kettley
is a weatherman
John Kettley is a weatherman
a weatherman
a weatherman
John Kettley is a weatherman
and so is Michael Fish
Simon Parkin's always larkin
Eric Lane is the same
Jonothan Ross collects moss
and John Kettley, John Kettley, John Kettley
is a weatherman
Lester Piggot couldn't dig it
David Icke rides a bike
Richard Keys has got no knees
and John Kettley, John Kettley, John Kettley
is a weatherman
Debbie Thrower's got a lawnmower
Johnny Marr he plays guitar
David Steele lives in Keele
and John Kettley, John Kettley, John Kettley
is a weatherman
Chuck Knox has blue socks
Andy Crane has got no brain
Bernard Davy left the navy
and John Kettley, John Kettley, John Kettley
is a weatherman
John Kettley is a weatherman
a weatherman
a weatherman
John Kettley is a weatherman
and so is Michael Fish
and so is Billy Giles
and so is Ian McGaskill
so is Wincy Willis
The lyrics will probably make absolutely no sense if you're not British, but if you are, then they should raise a titter. 8-)
PS - Rant In E Minor - good to see that someone is keeping Bill's spirit alive...
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It Says Here Different Version
It says here that the Unions will never learn
It says here that the economy is on the upturn
And it says here we should be proud
That we are free
And our free press reflects our democracy
Those braying voices on the right of the House
Are echoed down the Street of Shame
Where politics mix with bingo and tits
In a strictly money and numbers game
Where they offer you a feature
On stockings and suspenders
Next to a call for stiffer penalties for sex offenders
It says here that this year's prince is born
It says here do you ever wish
That you were better-informed
And it says here that we can only stop the rot
With a large dose of Law and Order
And a touch of the short sharp shock
If this does not reflect your view you should understand
That those who own the papers also own this land
And they'd rather you believed
In Coronation Street capers
In the war of circulation, it sells newspapers
Could it be an infringement
Of the freedom of the press
To print pictures of women in states of undress
When you wake up to the fact
That your paper is Tory
Just remember, there are two sides to every story
Billy Bragg
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